Sitting near you - FOR TIM SMITH

FOR TIM

The foggy tenderness a balmy buffer,
  smiling oblivion decomposes anguish
    and pain...
In frost a cloak to keep you protected:
  cosset without bruise.

I greet you, wheel through space,
  after initial slumber subsides,
    and pain
      kicks in, but not actually, chant words
        shaped into sentences...

A poem of friendship through the days,
  orbits, spheres, clouds, stars, smiles,
    and pain...
Spring is budding, after snow flowers
  will blossom, offspring will vault.

This too is going to be alright

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Poem by Darren White
February 13, 2017